歌曲 | Babel |
歌手 | Mumford & Sons |
专辑 | Hitzone Vol. 67 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
'Cause I know that time has numbered my days | |
And I’ll go along with everything you say | |
But I’ll ride home laughing, look at me now | |
The walls of my town, they come crumbling down | |
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons | |
And I know their choices color all I’ve done | |
But I’ll explain it all to the watchman’s son, | |
I never lived a year better spent in love | |
'Cause I know my weakness know my voice, | |
so now believe in grace and choice | |
And I know perhaps my heart is farce, | |
but I’ll be born without a mask | |
Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride, | |
I stretch my arms into the sky I cry Babel! Babel! Look at me now | |
Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down | |
You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl, | |
As all we see will slip into the cloud | |
So come down from your mountain and stand where we’ve been, | |
You know our breath is weak and our body thin | |
Press my nose up to the glass around your heart | |
I should’ve known I was weaker from the start | |
You’ll build your walls and I will play my bloody part | |
To tear, tear them down | |
Well I’m gonna tear, tear them down | |
'Cause I know my weakness know my voice, | |
but I believe in grace and choice | |
And I know perhaps my heart is farce, | |
but I’ll be born without a mask |
' Cause I know that time has numbered my days | |
And I' ll go along with everything you say | |
But I' ll ride home laughing, look at me now | |
The walls of my town, they come crumbling down | |
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons | |
And I know their choices color all I' ve done | |
But I' ll explain it all to the watchman' s son, | |
I never lived a year better spent in love | |
' Cause I know my weakness know my voice, | |
so now believe in grace and choice | |
And I know perhaps my heart is farce, | |
but I' ll be born without a mask | |
Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride, | |
I stretch my arms into the sky I cry Babel! Babel! Look at me now | |
Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down | |
You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl, | |
As all we see will slip into the cloud | |
So come down from your mountain and stand where we' ve been, | |
You know our breath is weak and our body thin | |
Press my nose up to the glass around your heart | |
I should' ve known I was weaker from the start | |
You' ll build your walls and I will play my bloody part | |
To tear, tear them down | |
Well I' m gonna tear, tear them down | |
' Cause I know my weakness know my voice, | |
but I believe in grace and choice | |
And I know perhaps my heart is farce, | |
but I' ll be born without a mask |
' Cause I know that time has numbered my days | |
And I' ll go along with everything you say | |
But I' ll ride home laughing, look at me now | |
The walls of my town, they come crumbling down | |
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons | |
And I know their choices color all I' ve done | |
But I' ll explain it all to the watchman' s son, | |
I never lived a year better spent in love | |
' Cause I know my weakness know my voice, | |
so now believe in grace and choice | |
And I know perhaps my heart is farce, | |
but I' ll be born without a mask | |
Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride, | |
I stretch my arms into the sky I cry Babel! Babel! Look at me now | |
Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down | |
You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl, | |
As all we see will slip into the cloud | |
So come down from your mountain and stand where we' ve been, | |
You know our breath is weak and our body thin | |
Press my nose up to the glass around your heart | |
I should' ve known I was weaker from the start | |
You' ll build your walls and I will play my bloody part | |
To tear, tear them down | |
Well I' m gonna tear, tear them down | |
' Cause I know my weakness know my voice, | |
but I believe in grace and choice | |
And I know perhaps my heart is farce, | |
but I' ll be born without a mask |